HEBREW
PSALM 144
War hymn and the fruits of victory
David.
who trains my hands for war
and my fingers for battle,
my love, my bastion,
my citadel, my savior,
I shelter behind Him, my shield,
He makes the nations submit to me.
Yahweh, what is man, that You should notice him?
A human being, that You should think about him?
Man's life, a mere puff of wind,
his days, as fugitive as shadows.
Yahweh, lower Your heavens, come down to us!
Touch the mountains, make them smoke,
flash Your lightning—scatter them,
shoot Your arrows—rout them.
Reach down Your hand from above,
save me, rescue me from deep waters,
from the power of aliens
who tell nothing but lies,
who are prepared to swear to falsehood!
God, I have made a new song for you
to be played on the ten-string lyre,
You who give victory to kings
and safety to Your servant David.
From peril of sword save me,
rescue me from the power of aliens
who tell nothing but lies,
who are prepared to swear to falsehood!
May our sons be like plants
growing strong from their earliest days,
our daughters like corner statues,
carvings fit for a palace;
may our barns overflow
with every possible crop,
may the sheep in our fields be counted
in their thousands and tens of thousands,
may our cattle be stout and strong;
and may there be an end of raids and exile,
and of panic in our streets.
Happy the nation of whom this is true,
happy the nation whose God is Yahweh!
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